Hey there old you

From that time before when I was sore and broken.

You look more grown than that old time

More distant somehow, somehow more protected.

And I have felt the weight of my punished soul

Dragging behind me

Perching on my heavy shoulders.

You are a wonder

And I have wondered if you really were the one to make us a two.

Just old me and old you.

I am fixed now, pieced back together with love and understanding

And acceptance that no man is sheltered from hurt and pain.

We are all vulnerable to the storm; no man’s sail is as strong as the wind of life

Nothing is as powerful as love and strife.

But you are powerful. I feel your strength ooze from those deep lagoons and I cannot wait

To sit and learn from it.